The Depressed 1

Bittersweet Pill

It is a bittersweet pill I must swallow

 

As in my self pity I sit and wallow

 

You say to me it is just another day

 

I am afraid I cannot see it that way

 

Through eyes of darkness I only see

 

Visions of my haunted torn destiny

 

On my family tree I am a broken branch

 

Before I was born I was not given a chance

 

I will stick this bittersweet pill down my throat

 

Just another day and night on which I must choke